Indian Wife Intimate Clip

Using my thumb I slowly stroke the side of her hand. I get between her legs and kiss my way down. It’s a luxury suite with a large bed and bathroom, it has two large doors leading to a balcony. I feel a warmth emanating from her. At the ping of the elevator doors we pull away. Dinner is very nice and after, our conversation drifts onto the topic of relationships. When the moaning stops I pull out my finger, and lift myself up. I take off her blouse and unbutton her jeans. She looks up at me and I stroke my hand through her hair. “I forgot how good we were together.”
“I don’t remember the last time a came that many times in a row.”
I start to get up, but she protests, and pulls me closer, “stay inside me for a while.”
My dick is getting soft, while still in her pussy, it feels great.